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Sensual Spokenword music video promises to turn some heads...featuring Sabrina Gilbert, MIKA ...... LEAVE FEED BACK
David Foster Wallace committed suicide on September 12, 2008 like so many writers before him. Left behind was the work of a genius on on the upswing of his potential. He is our literary James Dean now. A death foretold a million times however far too soon. Heres a sample of why people thought DFW was so great. Enjoy.
John Updike has proven time and time again that he was a master of the English language. He frequently took the mundane and unappreciated details of our humanity and spread them all before us in carefully crafted tapestries. In celebration of him and other authors that have died in this decade we at 5pointgmagazine would like to tip our hat to he and the other authors we will be featuring today for their service to the human race. This is a short story of Updike's from Esquire written in 1991.
Frank and Sharon Whittier had come from the Cincinnati area and, with an inheritance of hers and a sum borrowed from his father, had opened a small art gallery on the fourth floor of a narrow building on West Fifty-seventh Street. They had known each other as children; their families had been in the same country-club set. They had married in 1971, when Frank was freshly graduated from Oberlin and Vietnam-vulnerable and Sharon was only nineteen, a sophomore at Antioch majoring in dance. By the time, six years later, they arrived in New York, they had two small children; the birth of a third led them to give up their apartment and the city struggle and move to a house in Hastings, a low stucco house with a wide-eaved Wright-style roof and view, through massive beeches at the bottom of the yard, of the leaden, ongliding Hudson. They were happy, surely. They had dry midwestern taste, and by sticking to representational painters and abstract sculptors they managed to survive the uglier Eighties styles — faux graffiti, neo — German expressionism cathode-ray prole play, ecological-protest trash art — and bring their quiet, chaste string of fourth-floor rooms into the calm lagoon of Nineties eclectic revivalism and subdued recession chic. They prospered; their youngest child turned twelve, their oldest was filling out college applications.
When Sharon first heard the rumor that Frank had left her for a young homosexual with whom he was having an affair, she had to laugh, for, far from having left her, there he was, right in the lamplit study with her, ripping pages out of ARTnews.
"I don't think so, Avis," she said to the graphic artist on the other end of the line. "He's right here with me. Would you like to say hello?" The easy refutation was made additionally sweet by the fact that, some years before, there had been a brief (Sharon thought) romantic flare-up between her husband and this caller, an overanimated redhead with protuberant cheeks and chin. Avis was a second-wave appropriationist who made color Xeroxes of masterpieces out of art books and then signed them in an ink mixed of her own blood and urine. How could she, who had actually slept with Frank, be imagining this grotesque thing?
The voice on the phone gushed as if relieved and pleased. "I know, it's wildly absurd, but I heard it from two sources, with absolutely solemn assurances."
"Who were these sources?"
"I'm not sure they'd like you to know. But it was Ed Jaffrey and then that boy who's been living with Walton Forney, what does he call himself, one of those single names like Madonna — Jojo!"
Isaac Asimov is probably the most prolific writer in history. His novels, short stories, notes, non fiction and otherwise encompasses the entire range of the dewey decimal system except philosophy. He is our most celebrated Science Fiction writer and has been responsible for some great movies over the years including, Irobot, Centennial Man and others. This is my favorite work of mine. Its called 'NightFall'. Its much too long to present in its entirety here but there is a link below where you may download it for free and at your leisure. Anyway, enjoy and keep reading!
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I've already told you about Junot Diaz and all that other stuff about him being my favorite contemporary writer and all that other goobly gook about him being one the most talented people in American letters blah blah blah.. Here's an early short story of his called Alma and hopefully it makes you laugh and breaks your heart just a little. A tiny bit.
Article via: The New Yorker
Often, you have to bow to greatness. Those whose words are more poignant, more magical and straight up new jack than yours. This is one of those times. In brief, "Let the Great World Spin" just won the National Book Award for Fiction and its brilliant. I'll let the experts tell the rest. Roll Tape!
"One of the most electric, profound novels...in years. "Let the Great World Spin” is an emotional tour de force. It is a heartbreaking book, but not a depressing one. [It] can feel like a precursor to another novel of colliding cultures: “The Bonfire of the Vanities”. --NY Times Book Review
“With Philippe Petit’s breathless 1974 tightrope walk between the uncompleted WTC towers at its axis, Colum McCann offers us a lyrical cycloramic high-low portrait of New York City in its days of burning; Park Avenue matrons, Bronx junkies, Center Street judges, downtown artists and their uptown subway-tagging brethren, street priests, weary cops, wearier hookers, grieving mothers of an Asian war freshly put to bed; a masterful chorus of voices all obliviously connected by the most ephemeral vision; a pin-dot of a man walking on air 110 stories above their heads.”–Richard Price, author of Lush Life
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Excerpt via: Columm McAnn
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If you've never heard of McSweeneys then your missing out because not only are the writers there hilarious and ridiculous in every way, but they're excellent writers to boot. Heres a particularly hilarious post about an Emo Godzilla who, for some reason, just can't get his weight down. Partake!!
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Story via: McSweeneys
Valentino: The Last Emperor is a documentary covering his life as well as the end of his career at the fashion house he created. We all know that his lifestyle is lavish and his career long but its sobering to appreciate his very humble beginnings as well as his relationship with his business partner Giancarlo. The film was produced by Matt Tyrnauer ( Special Correspondent for Vanity Fair) and when I went to the Angelica to see the premier he and Andre Leon Talley were there answering questions and telling the story of the filming. All those who say they are interested in or are lovers of fashion this one is for you. The DVD is out so you can go scoop it from Amazon whenever you desire. If you haven't seen it here's the trailer. Enjoy :)
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You can buy the DVD Here
This is one of my favorite poems by W.H. Auden. I've been bluesy lately so forgive me. I'll stop listening to jazz now I swear!
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Harrison Bergeron is a pretty famous short story by Kurt Vonnegut ( author of Cat's Cradle and Slaughterhouse Five among others) that describes a world where everyone has been made to be average by various different handicaps placed upon them by the government at large. This way no one would in any way be special or different therefore the same and quite, in that way, equal. There are some logical inconsistencies with the story but I think it gets the overall point across. If everyones the same, nothing gets accomplished. Enjoy
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Story via: InstructWestValley
Jim Carroll died this year on Sept. 11th. You may not know who that is but he's the author of "The Basketball Diaries" a journal of his adventures and misadventures as a kid in Manhattan. He was a world class basketball player in high school as well as a drug addict, a prostitute, thief and most importantly a writer, autobiographer, poet and musician. "The Basketball Diaries" was "Kids" before there was such a thing. It spoke of his childhood frankly talking about his sexual experiences as a teen. His heroin use. His prostitution to support his habit and his survival in that sort of world. Its prose is beautiful and tragic and you should give it a read. It'll knock your socks off.
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For some reason I'm in a horrible mood today. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, clearly, and now I'm just roaming about the halls of this establishment giving off bad vibes. Anyone that knows me knows I hate giving off bad vibes and being as this is our day for literature and all. Rock On to 5point lit Thursdays! Anyway, since this is our literature day I wanted to highlight some poems from the greatest poetry collection of all time in any language or at least English. This would be "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman. Whitman was a marginal writer until he woke up into his full being around the age of 32. Some people just blossom later than others I think and once he had all that messy post adolescnet stuff out of the way he began to write his lifes work. Most of the poems are so good they make you want to jump off a building or move to some island straight away but we're practical here so I"ll just say they calmed me down. So, as everything that is mine is yours.....
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Google Books has the work here
I cant express how proud I am of my sister Shanelle, I have watched her blossom since I met her in 2002, working with her in the beginning of 5point magazine and seeing her take control of her career. The epitome of what 5point Magazine is all about.
On Written and Poetry Thursdays I wanted to Revisit my good Friend Shanelle Gabriel.
This is for those who have no gotten a taste of her Flow.
YES I SAID TASTE OF HER FLOW
I rediscovered this poem the other day by Pablo Neruda and I wanted to share it with you guys. I'm not in a mushy mood or anything, but this strange bout of indian summer has me feeling a bit nostalgic for some reason. Pablo Neruda is a chilean poet and the pen name of writer and politician Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto. His work has been translated in a hundred languages and he was awarded the noble prize in literature in 1971. He was a active political activist in those days and he did not go without his share of controversy. Truly a life worth living. In this poem I think he represents a love worth living for. Enjoy
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Speaking of things we loved as a child, Calvin & Hobbes was one of my favorite comic strips growing up. I was always the kid with the over active imagination and weird sense of humor so it was cool that Calvin was too. I didn't have an imaginary friend though. :/ Maybe next time around. Anyway, I've added some of my favorite strips that I've found strewn about THE INTERNETS so enjoy. Have a laugh on me :)
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This is definetly one of my all time favorite spoken word performances. I mean, written, this poem wouldn't have the same impact. But spoken, it takes on a will of its own. It becomes music. So, as everything that is mine is yours...
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Vid after the curtain drops
Everyone knows Saul Williams is brilliant. He needs no introduction. I'm simply rambling on for my ego's sake. One of my favorites.
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Vid after the jump
Andre Gide's story of rampant self fulfillment no matter what the cost was considered risque in early 20th century paris. A man barely lives after contracting an illness and is greeted upon his recovery with his forgotten world of the senses. A bookish scholar before, he is now intoxicated with this world he never experienced and no longer considers the societies norms regarding pleasure correct. But is his any alternative? The reader is forced to ask some pretty deep questions about themselves while reading this book. Very deep, very personal questions concerned with personal freedom. Love and marriage and lust. Morality and the main characters seeming lack thereof.
This one isn't for the faint of heart
Author photo & excerpt after the jump
Roberto Bolano is better than you. He's lived alone, downtrodden, spirited and poor on 3 different continents. He dropped out of high school where he described himself as a "bookish, skrawny, dyslexic but unpromising child" of a boxer father who was also a truck driver and a teacher. He spent his 20's running around South America involved in this left wing revolution or that. He settled his hat on Chile's Salvador Allende only to have his dreams dashed and himself thrown in jail for conspiracy to terrorism by Pinochet's new regime. He was rescued by two old classmates of his that had become prison guards. A stroke of luck. A brief soujourn in El Salvador and then a return to Mexico where he served as a literary provocateur rousing publishing houses. Storming into this meeting or that, turning up loose papers and tying everyones shoe laces together. Ok, I made up that last part about the shoelaces. He eventually moved to Spain where he worked odd jobs to support his writing of poetry at night and his new wife. He finally switched to fiction to feed his family in his 40's after his son was born. He's written two novels. His first "The Savage Detectives" and his last "2666" which is an apocalyptic montage of what it means to live in these most uncertain modern post 9/11 times. The tale revolves very deceptively around a few sets of characters that all have to deal with having their lives hopes taken over by violence of some kind. This is the sort of book that could change your life. His is the sort of life that makes me wonder what I'm doing with mine.
The cover is Gustave Moreau's Jupiter and Semele
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Excerpt via: The New York Times
A picture and an excerpt after the curtain drops.
So, for the first time ever I think, I'm going to present you with some literature. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz is one of my favorite books of all time and Junot is one my favorite authors of all time. The novel is hypnotic. From start to finish it darts left and zig zags through its progression. The characters are so carefully crafted they could be you or me or my mothers, aunts drunk uncle. Its beautiful and I wanted to share it with you for as everything that is mine is yours...
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Photo of Author and Excerpt behind the curtain.